I'll start off by saying that I hate when I don't get my way. I hate when things don't go just right and I make sure to do something about it. Here's a story supporting that. Yesterday, I had my awards ceremony at HCTC. My mom and I were in the car waiting because we were a tad early. Then I get a photo from Dylan, I open it and it's his vest color he just got fitted for. it looked like this.

But just in black and purple.I was PISSED. Brooke told her that it went well with my dress. No it doesn't! I called him and I said "Tell her that you're not getting that." and she kept pushing him to get it. No, not happening. That looks like a peacock and I'm not allowing it. So I tell my mother we're leaving  The Grand Auditorium and going to the tux shop. I get there and she asks me "Don't you think this one goes well?" and I said bluntly "No. That's fucking ugly, I'm not going to prom with a peacock, he's wearing this one" and pointed out a plain purple that matched my dress. They continued in their attempt to persuade me but I absolutely was not backing down. In the end I got what I wanted and still made it back in time for my awards ceremony (: